This was Romine–here he lies
At rest below his butterflies.
He liked to write and drew and blow
His horn–until he had to go.
Let your tears and grief be curbed:
It’s tranquil here–he’s undisturbed!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, October 30, 1946
Category: Poems
Ray Romine Poems
Epitaph
He lived, and struggled just to eat,
Itself no mean and lowly feat;
In ’43 he lived, you see,
With ration books One, Two, snd Three.
by Ray Romine Sunday, April 11, 1943
Envy
My stuff , the Editors tell me, SMELLS–
The first small verse YOU send out SELLS.
Should I get religion, and pray?
Or drop verse and adopt croquet?
Or interest myself in Ballet?
Or take up the making of hay
(In an alcoholic way?)
If you sell once more, I’ll end my life
With a duller-than-dull old pocket-knife.
The best way out I can see for me,
Is to purchase your blank-blank recipe!
by Ray Romine Friday, September 27, 1946
Envy
A lark, upwinging, sings “Come here.
“Come, man, with me into the sky.”
But all the years have maae it clear:
Who rules shall plod–and cannot fly.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, July 17, 1945
Enter Sprite
Hard on the coattails of Winter,
Comes April, ebullient queen.
She laughs as she opens each bud-sheathe;
And clutters the place with her green.
She pooh-poohs the worries about her,
As happily dancing along
She touches the heart of all mankind,
And clutters that dull place with song.
by Ray Romine Sunday, December 21, 1952
Enough To Go Around
A man of experience stops making
The same old mistakes (tried and true ones);
After all, on this road we are taking,
There seems to be plenty of new ones.
by Ray Romine Saturday, January 13, 1951
Enigma
A woman, I find, is a lot like a book–
You can’t tell a thing from a casual look.
by Ray Romine Monday, October 7, 1946
Engineering Feet
I greet each fresh dew-spangled dawn
With scowl and wild convulsive yawn;
I punch the pillow savagely,
And wish it were not six, but three;
I hope some messy, drastic harm
Might fall up on my good alarm;
I stretch full length, and scratch my scalp,
And tell those birds to climb an Alp;
Then, wishing with a heart-felt sob
That some Laplander had my job,
I give a final heave and shout.
The day is won: I’m up and out!
by Ray Romine Friday, January 23, 1953
Energy Unlimited
Small boys play and climb and skate
While I seek information
On how they maintain that rare state:
Unending animation!
by Ray Romine Saturday, October 6, 1951
Energy
What as a youth I threw away
And wish I oould buy back today .
by Ray Romine Sunday, June 18, 1950